The Spikes and the Sword

Running away,
Running away,
What is it to run away?
To feel that rough
Patch of dirt
That can’t stay,
And let your tears
Free to the wind’s hurricane.
To dash through forests,
Rivers,
Sand.
To fly and soar
Above eagles
At land.
To fall from that high
Mountainous place
Where cliff meets sky
And daggers meet face.
That’s all I want,
All I can stand.
I can’t come around
Or trust you my hand.
I need to break free
From this miserable soul
And the only way for
This to occur
Is to run away
Into the spikes and the sword.